Cheating

Marisol couldn’t sleep. She left the hut, leaving Gonzalo among dreams, and walked to the campfire, where the silent guide was waiting. That night she would cross a point of no return.

He wanted me to go back to telling him my invented adventures. He didn’t know that every word I whispered to him that night was a lie with a hidden edge.

Every insult that masked stranger shouted was aimed at one person only: the man sleeping beside me, who believed I was his.

He could tell something was off in my breath, but he never dared name it. My best work wasn’t on any screen: it was inside his head, on a loop.

He thought that night was just a night out with his friends. He never imagined the masked woman onstage had spent weeks planning his downfall.

He wasn’t looking at the frescoes: he was looking at her, as if she were the material he had to break. And for the first time, she wanted something in her life to come crashing down.

When she opened the door to my study, I knew she hadn't come for the inheritance. She'd come for what we left unfinished ten years ago, and I'd been waiting for her all that time.

It’s been seven years since we signed the divorce papers and I never stopped looking for him. What I miss isn’t him: it’s what he does to me when no one else is watching.

I hissed in the kitchen that she’d pay for her deception. I never imagined she’d end up kneeling in my room, begging me like she never begged him.

She had been burning for months and her husband never got home in time. That afternoon, seven months pregnant, she got off the subway at the wrong stop... or the right one.

The drive to the gym didn’t account for eighty extra kilometers every Thursday. That number was the first thread of a truth that would end up exciting me more than destroying me.

I bought a tiny bikini without letting her choose it, counted the hours until dawn, and lay down on the small mattress, praying she’d stay alone with him.

Aitor bragged that no woman could resist him, and his elderly neighbor listened with amusement… until the boy revealed who he planned to seduce next.

Sebastián told her to tear it all apart. The only thing that broke was the promise she’d made, in the bed of a stranger who smelled like victory.

It started with a threat over a false rumor. It ended with her husband on his knees in the sand, begging me to fulfill the desire he never dared confess.

She told me, “Don’t trust my husband,” and I laughed. Three months later, my wife walked into my office unable to meet my eyes.

I was faithful to my husband until that man raised his glass to me and, without touching me yet, told me in my ear everything he planned to do to me that afternoon.

I accepted the massage out of curiosity and because of the heat of his hands. What I didn’t imagine was how much I’d be willing to pay before his alarm went off.

For two years she gave her body every Friday to keep her husband alive. Now he’s coming home, and she won’t give up the cell that set her free.

I went down to the pool in my underwear just to tease him. I never imagined that same night I’d end up begging him not to stop inside me.